At the highest level of the Imperial Capital Cloud Palace, in the rooftop garden, Landen stood alone before the Imperial Emperor, Zhang Chen, the God Emperor's great-grandson.
Since arriving in this world, Landen had developed an illusion: the most powerful beings not only seemed extraordinarily friendly, but also completely unconcerned about their own safety. Over the past year or so, he had met quite a few kings, emperors, gods, and Legends. Most of the time, just like today, they met him one-on-one.
"If you ignore the fact that they're all Legends and Demigods, they really are quite approachable." Landen thought.
The emperor gave Landen a once-over and said with a smile, "Even Red Dragon Rock, after centuries of verbal and martial sparring with the bureaucrats of the Imperial Capital, had no choice but to compromise and acknowledge that the Dragon Kingdom was part of the Human Empire as a whole. You're merely a Lord who has only just reached High-Rank, yet you dare challenge them?"
"Your Majesty, I have no intention of challenging the bureaucratic system, just as I do not believe the bureaucratic system intends to challenge the Magic Web."
"Heh, you certainly talk big," the emperor said offhandedly.
Landen took a metal plate out of his Space Ring. "Your Majesty, I have some rather interesting historical materials here that I would like to present to you."
"No rush," the emperor said indifferently. "Frank and Sir Hanfei have already arrived outside. You may state your views in front of them. If you can convince them today, perhaps you may avert a disaster."
Landen had never intended to whisper secrets to the emperor, and the two Legendary Law Mages did not keep him waiting long.
"Your Majesty, King Meng Qiya—"
Hanfei had just begun to bow when the muntjac stopped